I was originally going to post a long rant about this under some inflammatory headline, but thought the following when I woke up:
- I don’t have much to add to the general horror of this or discussion, other than a long hollow wail
- No one wants to read about this case, or my associated wailings, first thing on a Monday
- Much better to look at comics.
So I flicked through a cartoons of Kate Beaton, with whom I’ve recently become obsessed, and pasted a couple vaguely relevant ones below.
They don’t exactly illustrate playwork as such. Because they’re conversations between the cartoonist and her younger self, they are more interested in clashes between the interests and assumptions of adulthood in contradiction to those of childhood – and in how the adult relates to the child self within. By blocking her younger self’s playful engagement with the world, older Kate sets the stage for a clash.
Kate may not be a good playworker to her younger self, but she does show how childhood memories can sneak up on you with enormous power.
Play memories (and the astoundingly poignant materials that summon up their ghosts) are our own buried treasure, as playworkers and as human beings.
More comics available through her website, Hark, a Vagrant!, where she covers historical and literary figures (in addition to the career potential of racing tigers).
Have a great Monday!